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I woke up this morning and enjoyed a cup of coffee as I sat on my dry couch. When I looked up at the ceiling, I spotted a cobweb, and thought “I’ll clean that up right after I post this on social media.” I intend to call my sister today, because I haven’t talked to her for a few days. I have enough fuel to drive to see her in person if I want to. Before I go anywhere, I will shower in clean water, put on dry clothes, and drink some pure refreshing water. I might even eat some breakfast.

Today, the woman in the photo could only do one of the things that I listed. She woke up. 7 days ago Hurricane Maria hit Puerto Rico, destroying the island. This is what she has woken up to each day since. Each day gets worse. There is no electrical power. Hospitals are shutting down. Food is spoiling. Farms were obliterated by the storms, so there will be no fresh food. There is no clean drinking water. Despair is growing. Yes, the woman woke up today, but will she wake up tomorrow? What about the other 3 million American citizens who are trapped on the island?

#SpeakUpForPuertoRico – This is a “Major Disaster” and it must be declared a Major Disaster by the US president before they will receive all the help that is available. So far, it has been approved as an “Emergency Declaration” which does provide assistance, but not enough. #BeAVoice #PuertoRico

Hearing a hullabaloo fromthe next classroom over,I hopped into the hallwayTo see a student spewing sass at her teacher.

She flips her hair and rolls her eyes. At the same moment —Smack —A smart snapping sound sails off her lips.“Whatever,” she huffs,Crossing one arm over the other,Pointing her elbows outLike the quills of a porcupine.“I didn’t want to be in your class anyways!”

She pivots,Fifty percent ballerina, fifty percent basketball player—One hundred percent attitude.I spythe same student
several hours later,Beside a classmate,During after school tutoring,Blatantly whispering“You know what I hate?”She begs of her buddy,“Teachers that say they don’t care.”
Her companion corroborates,“Mmm-hmm.”

“They should know
I’m fronting.They got somethingAnd I want what they got.That’s why I show up.Now, why would you Tell someoneWho show upEverydayThat you don’t care ‘bout them?Ain’t you the grown-up here?”

Again, her friendRenders Assent,“Mmm-hmm.They shouldjust know, noMatter what,
No matter how you act
No matter what you say,That you wantWhat they got.They shouldjust know.”

NaPoWriMo.net – Day 10 Prompt “Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that is a portrait of someone important to you. It doesn’t need to focus so much on what a person looks (or looked) like, as what they are or were.”